Some days it’s still hard to believe that Brad is really retired. But, it’s true! I have always been fond of saying that my time is mine to do with what I choose and now Brad can say the same. We rarely need to get up early anymore. We schedule appointments for late morning or early afternoon when we can.
We have a reliable, affordable landscape crew to take care of the yard for us which gives us time to spend on other things things that don’t exhaust us and exacerbate existing health problems.
Some days, like today, I wake up and don’t feel like eating right away. So, I don’t! Brad had a light breakfast, we had one mug of coffee each. I suggested we go to Culver’s for a sit down meal for lunch. And we did! It was nice, not far to drive, clean, no loud music playing. The food was great and we really enjoyed getting out for lunch.
I’m caught up on housework except for the load of towels in the washer and an almost full dishwasher that I will run before we go to bed tonight. It’s almost nice enough to open the house but just humid enough to keep it closed and enjoy the A/C.
I started to reach for my knitting after breakfast and realized that I’d finished that third hand towel. It’s time to go grab a cone of cotton yarn, or one of the larger balls of the same blue yarn I used for the last towel, and cast on for a pot holder. I think I can manage a size 5 needle with that yarn since it’s softer than the coned cotton. We shall see. I’ll cast on and knit a tube until it’s the right length and then weave both seams shut to make a double thick, diagonal pot holder. It’s the same principal as the crocheted version, just knitted instead.
I might even sit out on the front porch later in the evening and work on my knitting. The wasps are under control now so that’s not a problem. We might even have our evening meal on the porch. Life is good. We enjoy a quiet lifestyle after decades of Brad being on the go constantly and on call most nights as CID Supervisor for Sherman Police Department, or dealing with whatever BS and nonsense that cropped up when he was Director of Texoma Regional Police Academy. He’s more than earned his retirement and is enjoying every minute of it.
Time to add some vinegar to the first rinse on my load of towels. I can hardly wait until Wednesday when our new Maytag dryer is delivered. No more annoying squeaky dryer that either won’t get clothes dry or gets too hot. It’s been such a blessing to be able to gradually replace appliances before they stop working entirely. Ah, the bad old days are well in the past now.
Have a blessed Monday afternoon and evening. Make every moment count.
Rural Texas Knitter 